sometimes the things we cannot change, end up changing us.

I have never read a more applicable, truth-resonating statement in my life.


25 doesn't seem like that far off from 21, or 22 even, but let me tell you - 25 is old. We're supposed to be graduated by now, most of us engaged or a few years from. Living in your own place, picking out room decor at Pier 1 (yes, I really look forward to these days in my life!). That's what you envision at 21, I know - I remember.

I'm positive my biological clock has begun - even though I'm not totally convinced such thing even exists. All I know is that I have been dreaming about my own babies. Working with the most adorable 19 month old in the world doesn't exactly help my constant cravings for baby-love.  Even still, I'm patient.

Yes, I look forward to the pitter patter of little feet, but I know it's not my turn yet. I have faith that it will happen when it's meant to.


I'm not so sure I would have been able to act so maturely 6 months ago. A lot of what happened to me this summer - even though it was seemingly nightmarish - has made me a better person. I am not who I was before John died, or even when I left Charleston, IL (almost a year ago, now. time really does fly.). I am more mature, more patient, kinder, more thoughtful and considerate of others true feelings. I have grown.

To all the one's who used and abused me, to the few who showed me I was worth more than that. I owe my life to all the people along the road, good and bad. And that, right there, completely reinvents my belief in people and relationships.

learning to live.